Sic' Em On a Chicken

Sic 'em on a chicken.

Sic 'em on a chicken.

Sic 'em on a chicken and watch them feathers flySic 'em on a chicken.

Sic 'em on a chicken.

Sic 'em on a chicken. Bring out the butter and the flour we're ready to fry.My dog Pete is the smallest dog of all the dogs in my yard

He's a mean son' bitch

Drinks Beam and water from a broken mason jarSic 'em on a chicken.

Sic 'em on a chicken.

Sic 'em on a chicken and watch them feathers flySic 'em on a chicken.

Sic 'em on a chicken.

Sic 'em on a chicken.

Bring out the butter and the flour we're ready to fry.I heard this awful noise coming from the woods

I heard chicken screams

Know it ain't gonna be goodWell I think we lost the chicken

Think we lost the chicken

Think we lost the chicken because I just heard him cryThink we lost the chicken

Think we lost the chicken

Think we lost the chicken but you can get another one for a dollar 79In a couple of years his spurs have grown

He wasn't safe to keep around the house

When he almost took an eyeball from Lonny's son

And I was sitting at home making fig preserves

And I'd seen where that rooster kicked him in the eye

And I knew that that was the day that chicken was going to get what he deservedSo I chased the chicken

I chased the chicken

I chased the chicken and Pete hit 'em from the sideI chased the chicken

I chased the chicken

I chased the chicken and me and Pete suppered on a home made chicken pot pieSic 'em on a chicken.

Sic 'em on a chicken.

Sic 'em on a chicken and watch them feathers flySic 'em on a chicken

Get that chicken

I can smell the kitchen and it's almost supper time

Songwriters

JOHN DRISKELL HOPKINS, WYATT DURRETTE, ZACHRY BROWNPublished by

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